Late Monday night, May 25, 2015, in the downtown Portland, Maine there was a shooting incident inside Da Block Records Inc., a recording studio. The incident left a 19-year-old critically injured and a 20-year-old wounded, but expected to make full recover. Unfortunately, early Tuesday morning at Maine Medical Center, the 19-year-old was announced dead. His passing had a significant affect on those who attended his alma mater. A junior at the school shared as more people began to learn about the saddening news, it became more and more quiet and emotional. One of his old football teammates explained his experience with the victim. He said that when he graduated he had told him he was leaving his old football jersey for him to wear for the rest …show more content…
I had classes with him my freshman and sophomore year, where I would talk with him on a regular basis. He was the type of guy, who demonstrated great leadership on and off the field and was very likeable, so to learn about his unexpected passing was truly heartbreaking. The night of his death, three of my friends and I were out driving around in the Old Port, which is what downtown Portland is referred to as. Since we were seniors at the time, we did not have school in the morning because classes had ended. So, we were driving through the streets enjoying the beginning of out last summer together, stopping at popular ledge, where it overlooked the Portland skyline, and also at dock that jets out into the ocean. After a night of talking and enjoying our time out, we drove home to watch and movie and go to bed. One our way home, I recall seeing an ambulance rush by us, heading towards Portland but we did not think anything of it. So, we got home and went upstairs to go to bed. The morning was when we found out what had happened. I woke up and, as usual, checked Twitter. I began seeing tweets saying things like “RIP Trey” and “You will be missed.” I was not sure certain whom everyone was talking about, but I knew only one Trey. I turned to my friends and said, very warily, “I think Trey Arsenault is dead.” They looked at me shocked and asked why I thought so, and I told them to check Twitter. We began researching about what had happened and discovered that it was in fact the Trey who had graduated with us. We learned more about it through searching the Internet and found out he had been shot and it was in the Old Port. We all were shocked he had been shot and killed because we had never had something like this happen so close to home. The final detail we discovered was the most disturbing; we had been in the exact area the shooting took place, approximately twenty
Facts: Twenty one year old, University of Wyoming college student, Matthew Shepard, died October 12, 1998 at 12:53 a.m. after spending five days in a comma due to massive injuries and head trauma in a robbery and hate crime assault (Matthew Shepard, 2000 [on-line]). Matthew Shepard met Aaron McKinney (22) and Russell Henderson (21) of Laramie in a local bar called Fireside Lounge. McKinney and Henderson had been drinking. The two led Shepard to believe they were gay and lured Shepard to their truck. McKinney pulled out a gun and said, Guess what- we’re not gay and you’re gonna get jacked. McKinney then told Shepard to give him his wallet. When Shepard refused, McKinney hit him with the gun. With Henderson behind the wheel, McKinney continued to strike Shepard. McKinney then told Henderson to get a rope out of the truck. McKinney allegedly tied Shepard’s beaten body to a wooden split-rail post fence, robbed him of his wallet and patent leather shoes, continued to beat him and left him to die for over 18 hours. Chasity Vera Pasley (20) and Krista Lean Price (18), the suspect’s girlfriends, hid the bloody shoes of Henderson and provided the suspects with alibis. Shepard’s shoes, coat and credit card were found in McKinney’s pick-up truck; his wallet was found in McKinney’s home. A .357 Magnum was also found in McKinney’s home (Matthew Shepard, 2000 [on-line]).
In “Whoever We Are, Loss Finds us and Defines Us”, by Anna Quindlen, she brings forth the discussion grief's grip on the lives of the living. Wounds of death can heal with the passing of time, but in this instance, the hurt lives on. Published in New York, New York on June 5, 1994, this is one of many Quindlen published in the New York Times, centered on death's aftermath. This article, written in response to the death of Quindlen’s sister-in-law, and is focused on an audience who has, currently is, or will experience death. Quindlen-a columnist for the New York Times and Newsweek, Pulitzer Prize winner and author-has written six bestselling novels (Every Last One, Rise and Shine, Object Lessons, One True Thing, and Black and Blue) and has been published in the New York Times and Newsweek.
As the incident wasn’t over, there were many photographers taken photos; however, there was only one photo that was sad when everyone first saw the photo. The photo was taken by the Brown Brothers, and was remembered in the past and even today (Todd 11). They were sad that there were dead bodies on the ground. There were policemen and other people standing near the bodies of victims on the Green Street sidewalk in the photo. Most of the victims were w...
“Following Footsteps of a Killer.” New York Post (Nov. 2002): 124: Proquest. Web. The Web.
The tragedy that happened in Newton, Connecticut swept the world with a variety of emotions. Many individuals became angry or saddened by the tragedy. I think more of the individuals were angry of what happened to those 20 innocent children. Parents send their children to school thinking that they are safe but in this case ended in tragedy. I am going to discuss similarities and differences between two articles. I am also going to discuss how this shooting is a symbolic crime, how likely policy changes will be enacted and how unlikely they are to be enacted.
Society needs to learn the moral boundaries and the respect that should be given to those who have been murdered. Those who are mourning for losing their loved ones through a homicide needs respect also. In doing so, society needs to give privacy to those who have passed and also to the ones who have lost. In Rankine’s essay, “The Condition of Black Life Is One of Mourning” addresses the side affects of frequent homicides and how the community is damaged. Sharing the images of not only black but people of color homicide victims through the media demonstrates that black and other people of color’s lives are perceived as less valuable when their bodies are shown lying on the streets.
Death can be perceived as many different things, either meaningful or meaningless. Deaths mainly occur during wars where bullets may hit targets where it was not intended. This is one of the many tragedies of war where accidental deaths are not taken seriously per say to the same extent. This is the main idea in Shihab Nye’s tribute poem For Mohammed Zeid of Gaza, Age 15 where she states that there is no such things as stray bullets or accidental deaths. Nye states that media tends to mask the truths about harsh and difficult subject matters in order to protect the truth from the public. She brings these issues to focus by emphasizing the bullets effects as well as sympathizing for Mohamed for his death from a stray bullet.
In this case, the event was the murder of 13 and wounding of 23 persons at the Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado. The event took place on April 22, 1999 and, because of the subsequent suicide of the two teenage perpetrators, observers could only speculate on their motivation. While students were still hiding from the gunmen and while the police were still plotting their strategy, the media coverage began. Perhaps two impulses led to the coverage. First of all, the victims were not the children of the Hutus or East Timorese or even the Kosovos. These were "our" children and the parents our "friends." Their grief could have been ours. In fact, in a month plus a few days, five million dollars were donated to the survivors and the victim families even without there being a major fund-raising drive (Morning Edition, NPR, June 8, 1999).
In the early 2000s Baylor University’s basketball, men’s team underwent tough times of investigations and was later found guilty of breaking several NCAA rules and was punished. The athlete scandal erupted after the murder of Baylor university basketball player Patrick Dennehy. He was a junior forward from the University of New Mexico due to his sophomore season in year 2001-2002. In the summer of 2003, Dennehy and his teammate who later confessed to be the killer of Dennehy said that they were concerned about their safety. However, on 25th June 2003, Dennehy’s car was found in Virginia Beach with no license plates. A confession that had been filed on 23rd June that was seeking a search warrant for Dennehy’s computer expressed that an expert from Delaware informed police that Doston who was by that time at home ...
Joseph Connelly Gazzola used to be a Northeastern University football star. He has since taken his own life, and it has hit everyone he knew very hard.
He was an inspiration to me, a truly versatile athlete who had changed the history of snowboarding. When I was eight my sister, who was a snowboarder, had tried to convince me to learn how to snowboard but I did not consider it once. She is about five years older than me and has much more experience in snowboarding as I had not yet learnt. Yet there I was about to change my life forever or so I thought. It took me about three years to learn the basics and add my own personal touch to my snowboarding. The one reason I continued to train was because of my sister. She meant so much to me and to this day still does. Those years I felt like she was all I had, until I realized everyone back at home was also cheering for me. She was the one who had offered to show me the magnificent art that we call snowboarding. She was the one who would aid me to victory and be at the finish waiting for me as I completed my final run. And at the time, she was the best snowboarder I had ever seen. I did not want to let my sister down so I pushed myself harder than I ever had just hoping that it will all pay
A series of shots being fired in the near distance can be heard. A crew of ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks are seen speeding down the streets while blaring their sirens to warn people to move out of the way rapidly. Then, crowds of people are seen running down the street franticly. Sounds of earsplitting yells fill the air. Their eyes are filled with tears of fear and terror. They look as if they were running for their lives. There is a wave of worry and curiosity that washes over everyone’s face as they stand there from a distance watching it take place. There was a sense of wanting to run towards the chaos to see what was going on. But the panic of the people running gave off the feeling of “Warning! Do NOT come this way!” What was happening? Later that night, the news reports that another mass shooting took place earlier on in the day. In the 21st century, many crimes involving mass shootings are the main focus of the public eye in the media. With the technology of the 21st century, investigators are able to look more into depth of the criminal’s background to see if they have a history of mental illness.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
A family friend, Rose Widmer, came over as my mom and dad were getting ready to leave. She would be staying with us because it looked like they would not be coming home that night. As Kelly and I were eating our supper, my mom came into the kitchen and sat down beside me. She explained to us that our dad was very sick, and that he was having trouble with his brain. She used the term "brain abscess." She said that this is what the doctors speculated was wrong with him, but they needed to go to Fort Wayne to take precautions.
My story started about a week ago. I was heading to bed early, because I was tired from a long day with plans to wake up a few hours before class to review for a test. As I closed my books for the evening and headed to bed around midnight, little did I know something was going on outside.